Sierra

We come to claim our stolen heart that lay at sea

One thousand leagues guard his underwater cemetery

Torrents of Blue spelled doom for Doctor Manhattan on Coney

Meditation mediates the balance of wraith to mortal sin

Awaiting the wild to hunt all defiled by Olympia and those rings

The Ancient of one did give the fallen crown to a boy who just begins

I give thee Lord King no trinket of nine kingdoms that one can sell

Not of crowns bathed in golden ground so heavy of heads that fell

Of Wolf his William be legend of all who know to tell

Naming games need not change any tolling of that bell

Claw marked the mountain spores on Mexico’s horn

Erased all traces by orders distaste for he be the poorest of Lords

Holder to applause at every premiere of dawn

Persian cities on holy sand that once did stand with not one flag but towers of man

Shall ask no debt of brothers damned for all have walked their blood over land

What is taken of dirt shall be returned to earth of all those Peter Pans

Took their purse and left such curse on lands taken in pockets of sand

Our breath flows west on chests hear this oh friends of death

Jury of Men held court before rights ever bled from the dead of heads

They shall rise through the falling stones to cross this clay you left

Little hands holding lids under land shall not be denied of day

Hope need not be memories yearning for times better have stayed

None shall judge he who lay unjust in lawful word of crime

Have not but one lived such lie to plead the judicial assignment of time

Come my immortals take the pledge to avenge blood taken as wine

Told of word not woven in death that drink of us fools such drunkard lies